Today I taught the little boy
who does not stay
home for the weekends, how to spin.
A chopstick, a compact disc, a brass hook that is all wrong.
The roving is chocolate brown, dorset x romney
2 ounces, meant to be something soft and warm for my winter hands.
He wears it like a boa, calls it a scarf, unspins his leader over and over and over
the yarn breaks the spindle falls the brown wool
lumps twists
tangles
And I fix it once
twice
five times before his father is calling him home.
To watch him go so carefully with his wool and his cd spindle
I am happy
he is no longer chasing the girls with a stick.
Knit-Write 
Warms me up to hear about it. 🙂
I can see it now – the girls running , the boy chasing, the mom wondering “what can I do?!” Aha! and inspiration stirs into action. Bravo.